Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.